That's what I always used to say when I was growing up. You see Camden was always a magical kingdom as seen through my young eyes. A melting pot of sub-cultures, the boho community, the punks, the hippies, and the just ever so slighty odd.
Mum had a stall in Camden Market selling vintage and retro clothes, and my saturdays and school holidays were spent at the market amongst all these colourful characters. When mum was busy I would go wandering with her friend Patrick, an Irish poet who seemed to know everyone, he would buy me lunch and entertain me with his poetry. He was so funny, mainly I now realise because he was drunk all the time, which...

She is a serial monogamist, lets call her Izzy, just for conveniences sake. In love with being in love, she embarks on each relationship with a spring in her step, full of hope and a genuine belief that this time, it's 'the one'. She has found her soulmate, the love of her life, and nothing can stop her now.

And evey time that things fall apart, and love turns to pain, Izzy tells herself that its ok. You see, some things are not meant to be, they are only part of lifes great adventure, loves learning curve, we live and learn and grow stronger. Izzy has a cliche for evey occasion.

But it's slowly dawning on Izzy (such a pretty name), that maybe, just maybe, she is to blame. Is it ...

She is a dyke, a pussy loving lesbo. She likes breasts and cunnilingus, you know, those deviant ways that lesbians like to fuck. She lives in your street, she is the butt of your jokes, she is that TV show you forbid your kids to watch. You glare at her as she walks hand in hand with her girlfriend, but you are a wimp. A pointless, close minded, prejudiced baboon, and the worst thing is, you take your shit to church! Demanding your God halts her immoral ways so that the world can be 'normal'

My mother is half Palestinian, half Dutch. My father, French and absent without leave. Me, I'm British, born in London, and growing up I always felt as if I belonged everywhere and nowhere. As I have gotten a little older however, I appreciate the rich history that life had provided me.

Currently I am working on a script for a short film about my grandmother, who was smuggled out of Palestine when she was about my age. Her outspoken political views as a student meant that her freedom was in danger, and maybe worse.

So tonight is going to be a long sleepless night of editing, fueled by redbull and pizza, with much head scratching. 🌺